act 1
little Japanese boy,
shuddering because he knows
of no one here, sees nothing but
strange American people with their
loud voices and light hair
and thinks of how his mother and father
are nothing but two lines of numbers
on a piece of paper that crumples
too easily in his growing hands
little Japanese boy,
eyes blurry from the plane ride
muscles aching from the seats
neck stiff from craning his head
backward as if he can wish back
the inevitable.
his body feels stuck between
Japan and America and there is
no place for him in either worlds.
Maybe he'll always be in the plane,
moving forward with no destination,
head craned back for a nonexistent past.
older American boy,
forgets the plane ride he was on
so many years back, with that clenched
hands and eyes that burned with tears.
some days he remembers the student
visa he has tucked in the back of his
drawer but in his heart they're nothing
but shards of a forgotten past
but sometimes his neck aches as if
reminding him of the world that
he no longer belongs to
older American boy,
his friends are those strange
American people with the
loud voices and the light hair.
they tell him he is no different than them.
and somehow he forgets the student visa
marking him as a Japanese citizen, the
student visa that lies because he
does not feel Japanese, he is
not Japanese, he stepped off a plane
with his head turned back and he just
learned how to walk straight again.
he belongs here.
older American boy,
he no longer cranes his head back.
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part 2
older American boy,
his mother and father lament,
we have no money for you for college.
older American boy,
the numbers on the phone line lament,
your student visa can no longer apply.
older American boy,
meet illegal American boy.
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part 3
he is on a plane again and it rocks back and forth and his tongue feel raw and swollen and all too big for his mouth and when the plane deeps beneath the clouds he would like to scream but something has grown all too big in his throat and outside there is thunder and rain and somehow the water has managed to make its way into the plane because his face is wet -- how is his face wet? and his neck aches it hurts he is stretching his head back toward america and he feels smashed between two worlds that do not want him who have never wanted him why has he ever tricked himself into thinking that america wanted him?
he looks to his right and there is a little boy with a little bowl-head haircut and there is a scream growing out of his throat it sprouts as if a little weed had lodged itself in his cheeks and it grows wild and unwanted from his mouth and it is him with the student visa that seems to be part of his dna and a neck that looks as if someone twisted a piece of wire around itself because his body is lodged between two worlds and the walls of the plane closes in on him they want him dead.
american boy tries to fathom japanese boy and japanese boy tries to recognize american boy but he is neither, he is invisible walking down the streets. he is illegal.
based of a true story in my life

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the soft
Poesiathey say to be soft is to be powerful but it gets harder to believe that every passing day